I put this here so when i am fighting people don't think i am just making it up as i go along, all made up befor hand ^^

Weapons:
Blade of souls: A long walking stick with a silver skull on the very top, with a quick click the end of the stick can slide off, making it a deadly blade. The blade it's self was a deep black. A long time ago a man lived with his wife, they seemed rather happy, he was sure that they where meant to be together. One night she came in there room and slowly murdered her husband. His demented soul still remains on this earth, now inhabiting the sword encased in the walking stick. If anyone directly touches the blade, the husbands voice echoes in there head, and images of the night he was torn apart by his once loved wife will be echoed into there brain. Only hate is loved of the once happy husband.

Black gloves: These gloves, he keeps on an inner pocket of his jacket, a switch makes razor sharp blades come out of the finger tip. The blades are made of a nearly indestructible metal only found deep within the earth.

Boot knives: his black boots reach far up his leg, held in by steel buckles, on the inner sides of his boots there are two 5 inch knifes, and two 5 inch knifes on the inside of his boot, making a total of eight knifes in total, there are also knifes built into his boots on the tip, held in rather good, strong enough to stick them into a wall and climb with them.

Background: As a young child he began to hear voices in his head unaware of what they where he answered them. As he grew the voices grew as well, all of them talking to him, some more friendly then others. As the voices seemed to grow the skin beside his left eye turned black and kept getting bigger. The voices slowly drove him insane, until at the age of 17 he started ignoring them, it worked for some time but on a day unlike no other, he found a walking stick, as his eyes looked upon this blade he gained a distanced bond to this, he explored the walking stick and found it would open to a black sword. As he slowly laid his fingers on this distorted blade, a million voices came rushing into his mind, telling him so many things at once, ways of death, and hatred. Other voices told him t love and not make the same mistakes they did. Unlike before he wasn't afraid of the voices, the only thing he did was smirk and walk, the voices seemed to be apart of him now. He found happiness in the twisted souls of the past.